Can I face tomorrowWith the news you bring meMy soul feels cold like iceA pinprick makes no painHear me, listen, help meI felt our thing changeFrom love to something elseHow can it plague my mindA pinprick makes no painHear me, listen, help meI shall find myuselfBut I must have the timeTo sow the seeds of something newFarmer plough the fieldHarvest all you canA corn field smells so sweetA pinprick makes no painHear me, listen, help meBut to follow the weaver of dreamsBehind the sun that knows, it seems thatI am foresworn - a naked troubadourI sit at court and I singTo the Princess of Beauty and LightShe favours me though I'm merelyA minstrel of the nightThere on my rightSits the King with his clownsHe pays to laughWhile his queen lives on downsAnd the smile on his brow is the crownMorning bird sing, fill my earsWith the joy of our sorrow unmaskedLend me your wings for the sunrays of dawnAre here to lastI take my leave, as I leave I must takeAll I have seen in my dream - then I wakeAnd it is as safe as yesterday is